For any of you who know me in real life, and/or have me on Facebook and Twitter, you will already know that I am very excited about getting two more tattoos in the very near future. I am booked in on Monday to get the first of these two, on the top of my right foot, and will book the second one while I am there, which is for the inside of my left forearm.
I already have three tattoos; a pink balloon heart on the inside of my right forearm, a pink lotus flower on the top of my left foot, and a Far Side cartoon cow on my back above my left shoulder blade. I also have the intention of getting a lot more than just the two I have planned now. The only thing that prevents me from going all out and getting full sleeves and work on my legs and torso is that quality tattoos are an investment, so I have to pace my spending.
Check ’em out…
I don’t have a photo of my cow, it’s hard to photograph my own back, and she’s very faded and bluey-green now, so it’s not so nice to photograph.
There is a reason I love tattoos other than it annoys my mother that I have them. I love them because they make me feel beautiful about my body. As someone who has suffered body image and self esteem issues my whole life, been fat since I was 11 and who has drifted in and out of eating disorders since I was in my early teens (these days I thankfully seem to be out of them, I would like that to be permanent), I have always struggled with finding my body beautiful. The first time I ever did have something I totally loved about my body was when I got my first tattoo, the cow on my back.
I felt that at last, here was a part of my body that I had some control over. Here was something I was doing to MY body for ME, and not for anyone else. Not to make me more acceptable to society, not to impress a guy, not to fit some kind of norm for others. It was another 15 years before I was tattooed again, the next two were done on the same day 18 months ago, and again that feeling was there. Now every time I look at the parts of my body that have tattoos, they look and feel beautiful to me.
Another thing is that when I get ink, I always choose a design that means something to me ABOUT me. I’ve not got tattoos to honour anyone else, or to commemorate events. Each of my tattoos has a meaning around my self esteem or messages to myself. Whether it be reminders about what is important in life, or something that expresses things I like about myself.
Being tattooed makes me feel just that bit more confident about my body. I’m even booking in to have a manicure and pedicure on Monday before I go to the tattooist, just so that my feet are all pretty ready to be photographed when I have my fresh ink. Something I would have never done years ago, which probably seems silly to a lot of people, but I didn’t even have the self confidence to allow my hands and feet to be touched by anyone I didn’t know closely.
So, do any of you have ink? If so, what have you got and why did you get it? Do you think it changes your self esteem/self image at all?